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Cincinnati Jail by Lonnie Mack

I left the country a warm summer day,
Drove to the city, bought a guitar I could play,
While walking 'cross the street a car almost run me down,
I hit it on the fender, I said "You better slow it down",
They jumped from the car and they shot me in the leg,
And they put me in the Cincinnati jail.

I went before the judge, he said "Twenty Thousand Bond",
"Son, you're the bad guy 'cause the good guy wears a gun",
They put me in a cell with steel for my bed,
My shoes for my pillow, and my leg still full of lead,
And you can't get a thing for the pain in the Cincinnati jail.

Said Aint It Hell, the Cincinnati jail,
Aint It Hell, the Cincinnati jail,
Well if it wasn't for a friend I'd still be in the Cincinnati jail.

If you're going to the city, you better take a friend,
And watch out for the good guy 'cause they'll always do you in,
They'll say they're there to help you, but Hitler said so too,
Be careful what you're doing 'cause they just might shoot you too,
You'll lie, swear and cuss..if you live to tell the tale,
'Bout when they put you in the Cincinnati jail.

Said Aint It Hell, the Cincinnati jail,
Aint It Hell, the Cincinnati jail,
Well if it wasn't for a friend I'd still be in the Cincinnati jail.